Chapter 1627 Two Different People

The Adam's apple slid silently.

The moment Gu Weimian looked over, the man lowered his eyes and gently slid his palm over her head.

"You're so tired, just rest here for a while."

Gu Weimian frowned.

Huo Yan pressed her shoulders without letting her say anything and laid her down.

Her back touched the bed, feeling the most comfortable posture, and stretched.

But after a moment, her vision became hazy.

Really a little tired...

The entertainment industry is really not suitable for her.

It's not her own project, she has to cooperate with the director and other actors.

She was embarrassed to take a nap casually.

She felt that Huo Yan's attitude was a little strange. Interview

It was completely different from the way he avoided her like a snake and scorpion before.

But before these thoughts could land, her mind was already in chaos.

Huo Yan watched Gu Weimian's breathing calm down directly, raised his hand and gently touched her cheek.

The rough fingers carefully traced her eyebrows, eyes, and nose.

When he slid to her lips, he seemed to be burned and retracted his hand.

He turned his eyes away forcibly.

Huo Yan walked to the bedside in his wheelchair, pulled half of the curtain, and took a small blanket to cover Gu Weimian's abdomen.

At the same time, he reached out and held Gu Weimian's feet.

It was really cold...

Gu Weimian's limbs never seemed to get warm all year round.

He put Gu Weimian's feet on his stomach with the quilt.

The girl on the bed let out a light "hmm", and the feet on her stomach also contracted.

A trace of tension flashed across Huo Yan's face.

Just when he thought he had woken Gu Weimian up, he felt a coldness on his stomach, squeezing it, and the naughty toes kept drilling into his shirt.

Huo Yan's face was a mixture of laughter and tears.

But he still adjusted his sitting position so that Gu Weimian's two feet could fully absorb heat from his abdomen.

He picked up Gu Weimian's belongings and looked through them.

The room fell into silence.

"Click——"

The sound of a door opening sounded in the ward.

Lin Zhiyun appeared at the door.

Huo Yan's eyes swept across Lin Zhiyun's body, his eyes were calm and silent.

But with a cold and piercing anger.

Lin Zhiyun immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his back, shivering in a dilemma.

No matter how gentle and harmless Huo Yan looked.

In essence, the man was still the cruel and indifferent man.

When his bottom line was offended, he would never mind letting himself see his coldness.

Lin Zhiyun took a deep breath and still spoke with a stiff upper lip,

"Mr. Huo, Miss Ning is here."

The man's face became more and more gloomy.

Every line became extremely cold.

Before he could speak, Ning Yuetong's voice rang outside the ward,

"A Yan."

Her voice was so soft that it almost dripped with water.

"I came to get something. Didn't you agree to it before? But Lin Zhiyun blocked me from coming in."

She was so delicate and full of grievance.

The veins on the man's forehead popped out. He took out a red velvet box from his pocket without hesitation and threw it toward the door.

Lin Zhiyun caught it immediately and turned around to put the thing in Ning Yuetong's hand.

"Miss Ning, here's what you want."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to close the door.

Ning Yuetong exclaimed: "Is it the Tears of the Goddess?"